Taking it easy...

     This Spring is proving to be wonderful.  Cool mornings, perfectly warm afternoons.  Days filled with sunshine.  Being outside as much as possible until late in the evening.  The Lilacs are all but gone now.  I'm a little sad about that.  But the sight of all the sprouts coming up around the yard and in the greenhouse makes the sadness pass quickly.

     Most mornings are started with the most wonderful colors in the sky.  Natures beautiful artwork.  My favorite.  This is why I love waking up so early in the morning.

     The quilt repairs are nearly finished.  It's been a frustrating and satisfying project all rolled into one.  I get quite emotional over quilts.  It's hard to explain sometimes.  I'm pretty pleased with them at the moment.

     The girls and I finally convinced our talented personal photographer to display some of his work down on the art wall at our library.  Such wonderful comments are coming from everyone who stops to look at them all.  Next on the list is to get a website built for him so he can sell his work.  Baby steps.  It's all about the baby steps with him.





































 

     The only thing that has kept me from taking it easy around here is the ever hated maple seeds from a neighbors trees.  They absolutely send me into a twitching fit.  Especially when the yard is all clean and lovely looking and a mysterious wind comes up and flings more of these beasts into the yard.  So far this year I have bagged well over 15 big yard bags of the beasts.  Beyond frustrating.  Hexes do not work on these trees.  Trust me, I have tried.  Every year for 18 years.  We are all starting to wonder if the hexes are just making things worse.  Just when I thought it could not get any worse, a bright bit of light appeared the past two days in the form of tree trimmers that the neighbors hired to trim back a lot of the trees.  I'm just wondering if they saw one of my hissy fits on the roof of the house and out in the yard when I was cleaning one of these messes up and decided something needed to be done.  I don't really care right now.  I'm just praying that there won't be 15 bags of seeds in the years to come.  Only time will tell if the hexes will end.

~*~

Kar